Bob Dylan - 32-20 Blues Lyrics

her half in two

She got a .38 special but I believe it's most too light
She got a .38 special but I believe it's most too light
I got a 32-20, make the camp all right

If I send for my baby, man and she don't come
Send for my baby, man and she don't come
All the doctors in Hot Springs sure ain't gonna help her none

Gonna shoot my pistol, shoot my Gatling gun
Gonna shoot my pistol, gotta shoot my Gatling gun
You made me love you, now your man has come

Oh baby, where you stay last night?
Oh baby, where you stay last night?
You got your hair all tangled and you ain't talking right

Got a .38 special, boy, it do very well
Got a .38 special, boy, it do very well
I got a 32-20 now, it's a burning hell

If I send for my baby, man and she don't come
Send for my baby, man and she don't come
All the doctors in West Point sure they can't help her none

Hey, hey, baby where'd you stay last night?
Hey, hey, baby where'd you stay last night?
You didn't come home till the sun was shining bright

Oh boy, I just can't take my rest
Oh boy, I just can't take my rest
With this 32-20 laying up and down my breast
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